The most absurd hatred in the world is none other than having someone tell you to your face that they killed your father, and then ask you if you want to live or die.
Xiang Lan felt she should be angry, should loudly denounce the other, but with all her strength, the only sound she could muster was a vague whimper.
After all, standing before her was the Devil Lord Gouchen, whom even Buddha's Country feared.
That cold, emotionless mask, carved with the emblem of Emperor Gouchen's star, displayed a pair of silver eyes devoid of any feeling, but filled with resolute killing intent.
The whimpers were indistinct, yet they did not hinder Tang Luo's judgment, "A father's murder cannot be shared under heaven, so, you want to die?"
"Wuuu!!!"
When fear reaches its peak, a strange strength emerges within the body, and it made Xiang Lan shake her head and keep retreating until her back was completely against the wall.
"Heh... So you do want to live after all."
